If it takes this much violence

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​Surely they are
doomed to loose, they said.
Crushed under the
war-blown stars.

But there will
be no oblivion,
or swallowed destination.
The hard rubble,
will cement their bones.

And freedom comprises
the loss of blood, sometimes.
There is only this world.
And they will not leave
defeated, helpless and lost.
​

Who wants war?

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I watched the bombs fall
and the children hide.
Still the boxes are buried,
and the darkness
opens like a knife.
I said to myself,
hate is never
conquered by hate.
As the mothers,
cramped into cellars,
weep for their loss.
Kissing their final pain.
​

I dreamed last night….

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Planting themselves
in my life, I saw the faces.
Of those leaving
their homes, their land
and their fathers behind.
Trying to escape the hard rain.

Of the ghosts buried
under hospital rubble.
No longer able to drift
into open days.
Or taste the sweet
spring sleet.

Of the freed prisoners,
now taking up arms.
Defending the ancient bones
of the people’s history.
Standing side-by-side
with those who do great deeds,
to keep the nations freedom.

And the cats,
littered across the streets
with no place to go.
Still looking for love
and attention.
And a kind head
amongst the broken rocks.
​A domain, that once again
​they can call home.
​All day and all night.
​And everyone worships them.

This War

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​The days and nights disappear.
​Giving way to poisoned
streets and farmlands.
​This months harvest,
​is tall sunflowers.
​And next months?
​Hordes of hungry ants,
​who never grow tired
​of kissing the dead.

A world of black and white

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A chorus of guns,
on every street.
The people pour
out of the cities.
Children crying in despair,
leaving their fathers,
brothers and uncles behind.
To face the bombs
that fly like birds,
and turn the bones to dust.
Yet, still they cry
“Slava Ukraini!”,
over and over again.
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